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Now, as she sat up, drawing the sheet around herself, she couldn’t shake the sense that it was still watching her, all knowing and all perceiving.
Fokk.
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Chapter 15
SANTIAGO
In the hush of his office, Santi stood at the expansive plexiglass window, arms folded, eyes on the galaxy blur past in a silver-ribboned hush.
Most times, Santi’s role focused on crew management, overseeing the hull retrofits, the electromagnetic pulse shielding, the pressure modulation scans, and even the coolant rationing disputes on his ship.
With Xander enjoying a month-long honeymoon, he now also had diplomacy duties, intra-vessel hand-holding, and hunting downThe Red Skullson his cards.
While dealing with the Alliance, the Accord, and every entitled, wealthykinaion the flotilla demanding his undivided attention because they paid a premium for the long voyage.
Fokk.
Santi missed hishermanomore than he cared to admit.
All the soft skills responsibility Santi now had to deal with were freakin’ weighing him down.
He might’ve given in to the strain had it not been for the night before.
The memory of Soleil, her sighs, her mouth, her surrender, lit up his face.
She’d taken him apart and restored him all in one extended session of glorious lovemaking.
She made the burden of duty seem, somehow, bearable.
He turned from the window, a rare smile still playing on his lips, just as Miral shimmered in beside his desk.
‘Fokk, Miral,’ he snapped, scrubbing a hand down his face. ‘How about announcing yourself sometime?’
‘And miss the lovesick expression you get when you think abouther?’ she quipped, eyes twinkling.
He scowled, unamused.
‘How is Soleil?’ Miral asked with a simper.
‘She’s fine. Rested. Glowing.’
‘Hmm. I’m glad you’re in a good mood, you’ll need all your endorphins for what I’m about to share.’
He narrowed his eyes. ‘Thefokk?’
‘I’ve got something you need to see.’
Her tone shifted, all lightness gone.
She stepped closer and flicked her fingers, a holo flaring to life above his desk. ‘We’ve been cross-checking every itinerant worker in the flotilla, spacers, haulers, FIFO crews, everyone who’s docked or transferred between ships in the last cycle. I conducted a thorough review of all communication logs, securityfootage, procurement manifests, and credential databases. This came up.’
She swiped a holo file toward him.
Santi opened it with a swipe of his hand, and his eyes skimmed the contents.
At first, he didn’t react. Then his brow furrowed and darkened.
